User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-26255114-20150329041648/@comment-1298206-20150401192321

''As the squirrel sitting beside Jujubee falls silent upon being reprimanded by his fellow squirrel, the entirety go the slave galley falls silent with the exception of a few grunts of effort from some of the more unexperienced, older, and weaker slaves. Everybeast in the crew had gathered on the deck to hear Galdrim speak to them, but just because Cawn wasn't present didn't mean that the otter wouldn't keep rowing as hard as he had been in the stoat's presence. At this point, it had become second nature to him. The otter's attention was partially focused on the unending task of rowing while he managed to catch snippets of the ferret captain's speech here and there. A few phrases he picked up on were "Long Patrol" and "North Coast". So ol' Galdrim was looking to head north, was he? There could have been no worse news for a slave to hear. Up North, there was little hope of finding a savior to free the slaves from their captors and the frigid temperatures would be unbearable. Glancing around, the otter realized that many of the weaker slaves wouldn't survive. "I wonder if I'm gonna make it outta this...Part o' me wouldn't mind dyin' if it meant that I'd be free again."